Fucking is hard to resist when your sister look so good! As it can be assumed from the title and from the first line this is about me being a dog with my elder sister Meera Didi who was nevertheless then a bitch. Yes…I have fucked my real sister…main apni saggi bahan ko Chod chuka hun aur wo bhi kai baar aur poori poori raat.

I am sure most readers won’t believe that it’s a true incident still I would say everything written here has happened as is, even the words we spoke to each other are almost word to word true. Introducing myself; I am Vicky, living in renowned city of eastern U.P. with my mom, dad and elder sister.

I am almost up with my graduation and my sister Meera Didi who is nearly two years elder than me is perusing her masters. As such I don’t have anything special to describe my past relation with Meera DidI, like most siblings we use to tease and fight with each other over tiny matters and as she was a girl child my parents were always partial to her.

Apart from this fact that we never got coincided over anything and she was always reason for me getting scolded by our Parents I was madly attracted to her. Being a virgin guy I was the kind who looks for sex in every girl and Meera Didi was exceptional among all my fantasy girls.

Must be Standing 5’3″ or bit more, fair in color with good looking face Meera Didi has very seductive body. Flat belly, nice juicy tits; quite big in proportion of rest of her body, lovely ass mounds; plump, erotically spread and significantly protruding out from her back and very tempting thighs; silky smooth with lot of extra flesh.

Now while coming to the real experience I would say it all started when on one lucky day I came back home in the early evening I found my dad at home. He was sitting in the living room with a very serious gesture and then suddenly I heard mom screaming in anger in the other room.

I was shocked and tried to rush to the bedroom but Dad stopped me and after a minute he himself went into the bedroom and locked the door from inside. I stood outside and tried hearing whatever was running in the room and heard mom screaming over Meera Didi repeatedly and then suddenly I heard noise of 2-3 slaps in a row.

It was shocking, my dad has never scolded Meera Didi and he was hitting her and I heard mom was trying stopping dad. Initially I could not make out what all has actually happened but from mom’s spoken words like “tujhe sharm nahi aai ye sab karte hue” it was clear that Meera Didi has done some blunder which was unethical.

After a while I felt that Mom and Dad are about to come out and I moved from the door and sat down silently on the couch. They locked Meera Didi in the room and later while being behind the wall of their bedroom I silently heard dad saying mom that she has to take Meera Didi to the gynecologist to confirm and I got a clue that there is something related to sex

and next instant in response of dad’s thought of going to the specific consultant mom denied to take Meera Didi there and said that she is sure that she has done it and she will just give her medicine “rahne do…mujhe confirmed hai…isske bag mein Condoms mile hain isska matlab hai ye kar chuki hai…main bus issko dawai la kar khila dungi”

and my heart skipped a beat with a thought that Meera Didi has done real fucking. What next? Jealous, resentful and I went through lot of such feelings just with that thought. Like I said earlier Meera Didi was always my favorite fantasy, don’t know from how many years I was lusting over her;

I fantesized her getting fucked in all possible postures and masturbated thrice but my restlessness did not seem ending. Now what? I asked myself and decided that now somehow I too have to fuck her; ab Kuch bhi ho jaaye mujhe bhi Meera Didi ki Chut ke andar apna Lund daalna hi hai and I started planning for that.

Next day began as usual but not for Meera Didi, no mobile phone, no access to the computer and no collage, she was somewhat house arrested and when I moved out of the house to attend my collage she was yet not out of the room. Throughout the day in the collage I was restless; her face with fucking expressions were continuesly floating in front of my eyes.

I was dying to fuck her but I could not see the way to reach to her cunt, obviously how could I? Mom was having continues eye over her. Whatever at my end that day passed in day dreaming and finally somewhere around dinner time I got glimpse of my slutty sister and I was instantly hard like Iron rod.

Didi was wearing casual pajama with a t-shirt ending few inches below her waist and looking at her big round, plump ass I presumed that she has been fucked in doggy style that is why she has gone so wide at her bottom. Well finally dinner time also ended and once again we slept in same pattern, Mom with Meera Didi and me with Dad and once again I masturbated thrice till next morning.

By now my passion was bit subsided and I could see it will not be easy for me to fuck Meera Didi so easily but I was having some real nasty things to speak to her. Since beginning Meera Didi was brilliant in studies and she has always embarrassed me for my low grades and now I was thinking about getting even with her by embarrassing her over what she has done.

I wanted to speak out dirty with her but for that I had to alone with her, which was looking difficult to happen at the moment and two days passed just like that. In my parents presence I did not even talked to Meera Didi, actually over all environment of the house was gone so intense that nobody was talking to anybody casually and in that sequence Sunday came

and went and looking at her lovely ass and big breasts I did nothing except masturbating. I was thinking I will get solitude with her after few days when we will retain our actual sleeping pattern; Mom back to Dad and me with Meera Didi but to my good fortune I got that isolation with her on the very next day.

It was Monday and time was barely 11, I was in college and I got a call from my mom that I have to come back home immediately. I tried asking mom reason for that but she did not say anything and told me to do whatever she has said. I reached back home and found dad at home too.

Actually one of my father’s cousin brother was expired and both; mom and dad were going there with a plan of coming back home in the late evening and after giving me this information mom took me to the other room and gave me instruction to keep an eye on Meera Didi; Mom strictly told me that I cannot let her call anybody, also I cannot leave her alone in the house.

Here I must say Mom ko nahi patta tha ki unki beti hi nahi unka beta bhi ek number Harami hai. In last few years I don’t how many times we two have been alone at home but this time I was too excited also confident over whatever I was thinking to do and for next half an hour, till my parents left the home I prepared myself for behaving extremely shameless with my sister

and finally after around ten minutes of my parents exit I came to Meera Didi. Wearing Jeans and top I saw her laying on her bed over her belly. “Wow…what a wide ass she has…Saale ne ulta letta ke peeche se lee hogi…tabhi iski gaand itni chowdi ho gayi hai…..”. and after her ass next my eyes got stuck to her breasts and they too good in size

“Saale ne inko bhi Chus chus ke bada kar diya hai” anyway that was what all ran in my mind as I saw Meera Didi and in the mean time she looked up to see me 2-3 times and eventually to begin I told her that Mom has told me to keep an eye on her. “Mummy ne mujhe tumpar nazar rakhne ke liye kaha hai…” “Patta hai…”

laying over her body belly Meera DIdi was reading her courseware and she replied back without looking at me and I asked her that why that day mom and dad were screaming over her “kya hua ? Us din mummy papa tum per itna kyun chilla rahe the?” “Kuch nahi…bus aise hi chilla rahe the…”

she looked at me while replying but just for a fraction and again emerged her sight in the book and I told her that I know why they were screaming “Mujhe patta hai kyun chilla rahe the…” and she asked me back what do I know “Ok tell me kyun chilla rahe the…?” and suppressing my hesitation I spoke out what I wanted to speak to tease her

“Tum kahin se chudwa ke aai ho..issi liye chilla rahe the” “What??” and like I knew Meera Didi was shocked and before she would have further reacted over that I asked her with whom she has fucked in a same way “Tell me; kis se Chut marwai hai tumne apni…” and hearing that Meera Didi went mad over me.

Since beginning she has tendency to hit me and hearing my slang she instantly got up started hitting me blindly with both the hands. I never hit her back and that time too I did not and I just went away from her and once again teased her by asking “Mummy ko tumhare bag se condom mile hain…Marwane ke liye Condom bhi tum hi lekar jaati ho…?”

and before shutting the bedroom door she screamed over me “You asshole! Get lost from here”. I laughed and laughed and came out to the living room and switched on the television and for next half an hour it was just me and my thoughts. I was aroused because of what I just said to Meera Didi but I was realizing that if I have to fuck her I have to be her friend

and after some time as Meera Didi came out to get something from the fridge I said sorry to her “Didi… I am sorry…let’s be friends” and to my surprise Meera Didi accepted my apology instantly “Ok…let’s be friends…” and next instant when she requested me to let her call once I realized why she forgave me so casually “mujhe ek phone karna hai…please karne de”

Meera Didi requested me to let her make one call and I asked her to whom she would call and as she said she wants to talk to her friend Neeta I denied. Neeta; Meera Didi’s best friend was actually a spoiled girl and since beginning my parents never liked her and Neeta was the one who actually spoiled Meera Didi, that’s what Mom was telling dad.

Anyway as I denied for letting her call her friend Meera Didi looking into my eyes with smile sbe requested me again and my dirty mind came up with an idea of making a deal and I told her that I will let her call if she will reply back to my questions “theek hai per uske baad jo bhi main puchhunga tumko batana padega…”.

I intentionally did not asked her for her cunt straight away because I knew that she will not agree so easily and I was thinking about reaching there after few questions. Anyway like I needed Meera Didi agreed to my condition of answering my questions and I gave her my mobile and she spoke to her friend for around 10-15 minutes in solitude in her bedroom.

Although I tried a lot to listen her but I really failed and after adequate time I insisted her to close the call and Meera Didi closed the call and told me to be quick to ask whatever I want to know and using Hindi slang I once again came out in same way “Ab batao tum such mein kahin se apni Chut marwa ke aai ho?” though with bit of smile once again Meera Didi got crazy with my words

“Batameez…be sharam aise bolta hai apni badi bahan se…??” screaming over me once she once again started hitting me hard and holding her hands this time I reverted back “Haan…main aise hi bolta hun..ab bolo tumne sach mein apni Chut marwai hai…” and trying suppressing her smile she said yes in rude tone “Haan…to..tujhe kya?” and with that she released her wrists from me and got away.

“Tumhara koi boy friend hai…?” I asked her next question and she accepted casually “Haan mera Boy friend hai”. I was bit hard over cock and I was thinking what to ask next but Meera Didi walked out to the living room and sat down in front of television. I too sat down but on the opposite couch and in sarcastic tone she asked me if I want to know anything else

“aur kuch puchhna hai…?” and I shamelessly said yes and asked did it pained when penis was gone inside her cunt for the first time “pahli baar jab tumhari Chut mein Lowda gaya tha to tumhen dard hua tha…?” and once again my question brought undue smile over her face and she threw cushion to hit me.

“Bolo na…! jab tumhare boy friend ne pahli baar apna Lund tumhari Chut mein ghusaya tha to dard hua tha?” I asked same question again and as by now I was very hard over my crotch I adjusted my cock in front of Meera Didi and this time instead of throwing one at me she got up and started beating me with the cushion “Kutte Kamine… Haramjyade… Hua tha dard…”

she abused me but in the end she accepted that she had pain and while getting beaten once again I shamelessly asked did her cunt bleed too “Chut mein se khoon bhi nikala tha…” I was embarrising her and by now Meera Didi was gone bizzare in anger and continuation she accepted that too in same sort of words “Haan…Nikla tha meri Chut se khoon….! Haramkhor…!”

and I asked did she enjoyed too “mazza bhi aaya tha Chut marwane mein?” and she accepted that too “Haan mazza bhi aaya tha….” and with she threw the cushion away with which she was hitting me and turned to go away and I asked her to show me her cunt at least once “mujhe apni Chut ek baar dikha hi do…”

I was somewhat laying over couch and while beating me Meera Didi was standing and hearing that Meera Didi turned back and kicked me hard which fortunately did not injured me much and next instant I lured her by saying that I will also show her my Cock “Main bhi tumhen apna lund dikhaunga” “Bhaad mein jaa…Mujhe nahi dekhna tera Lund…”

saying go to hell she ridiculed my proposal and moved towards her room and I walked behind her and told her that right now I am going to masturbate on her name “Main tumhare naam ki mooth maarne jaa raha hun…” by now Meera Didi was somewhat immune to my vulgar Hindi words and in same fashion she teased me saying that I can only masturbate “tu sirf mooth hi maar sakta hai…!”

and I replied saying that I can fuck her too, she just has to say yes “main tumhen Chod bhi sakta hun…tum bus ek baar haan bol do…” “jaa jaa bada aaya mujhe chodne wala…” and with that she went into her room and locked it from inside. I was restless like never before and I despiratly to do something and I don’t know how it came in my mind, and I took weird step,

standing outside the room I released my lowers down: both jeans and underwear and while jerking my rod I started banging the door. Like I knew within couple of minutes Meera Didi got irritated with continues bang and as she unbolted the door leaving my jeans and underwear outside the room, on the floor I entered in the room.

“Didi Ye dekho mera Lund…” I was totally naked at my lower half and jerking back and forward by now I was gone hardest of my life and looking me in that state for an instant Meera Didi cried in shock, she ran away to the other corner of the room and looking at my huge cock screamed over me “battmeez… bahar nikal…”

and saying that she started throwing things over me and I teased her saying sarcastic that she can take someone else cock in her cunt but she do not want to see her brother’s cock “Wah…tum dusre ka Lund apni Chut mein le sakti ho…aur apne bhai ka Lund dekhna bhi nahi chahti”

and my words enhanced her anger and next instant don’t know from where she found my cricket bat and as she moved ahead to hit me I backed off “tumhara kabhi bhi Chut marwane ka man kare to batta dena…sharmana matt…. main maar dunga…” saying that with a giggle I moved out of her reach.

Oh God…! I was never so hard and next sitting on the couch I openly started jerking my cock back and forward to masturbate. I was expecting that very soon Meera Didi will once again come out and seeing me masturbating she might get charged but she did not came out and I too did not shagged my load and waited for her on the couch partially naked for long.

One hour passed and after getting back in clothes I started hunting to eat something and knocked Meera Didi for the lunch and she came out. I ate sitting in the living room with a television and she went into the bedroom with her food. Next after 15-20 minutes, after ending her meal Meera Didi came out and told me that she has to make another call.

“Ok…accepted” Meera Didi agreed and asked me for my phone and I told her that this time she has to answer my question first and she agreed to that too. “pahli baar tumhare friend ne tumhen kaise choda tha…neeche letta ke ya peechhe se…Kutia banna ke…” I took out my cock from my lower and asked her first time in which posture her boy friend fucked her,

while being on her top or from behind in doggy style and looking at my cock with a tiny smile she replied back saying first time she was fucked while laying under and second time she was on the top “pahli baar neche letta ke…fir dusri baar main oopar baith gayi thi…” “Ok…kab se chudwa rahi ho…?” means from how long she is fucking and she said from two months.

By now my cock was at its best and no hesitation I was jerking it back and forward hard and fast in front of Meera Didi. Whatever my next question was does she suck his cock but in same Hindi slang “Tum uska Lund bhi chusti ho….” And Meera Didi accepted that she suck “Haan…Chusti hun”.

I must say this time Meera Didi was replying to my questions without reflecting any annoyance and best part was that her eyes were again and again getting stuck to my cock. “Mere cock ka size achha hai na…?” next I asked if size of my cock is good and for an instant Meera Didi went silent and with a tiny smile she looked into my eyes with arbitrary anger and I insisted her to reply

“Bolo… achha hai ya nahi?” and Meera Didi smiled beautifully. “Haan achha hai” finally she replied in yes and before that I was ready with a next question “Logi apni Chut mein…?” “Nahi…!” means will you take it in your cunt and she came out with a straight No. Next I requested her to suck it little bit and she once again denied “Thoda sa Chus hi do” “Nahi”.

“Achha…sirf apne haath se meri mooth hi maar do” “No…way…with me you can do just sex chat…” I don’t know what do they say in English in Hindi we call it Bhagte bhoot ki langot pakadna, somehow I was trying to make something, if not fucking then sucking and if not even sucking then at least masturbation but Meera Didi said no to all and in the end asked me my mobile, to make a call.

I was thinking that once again she will speak to her best friend but this time she wanted to talk to her boy friend. For an instant I thought about saying no to it but in the end gave her my mobile and she once again moved into the bedroom to speak to her boy friend in solitude.

I wanted to follow her, to listen her talk but I relaxed down on the couch and continued jerking my cock in urge of cumming. I was thinking about shagging my load with my own hands but suddenly my fate changed.

To my surprise Meera Didi came back in hardly five minutes and sitting on three sitter couch called me saying that she will make me happy and after a pause added that she will masturbate me “aaja main tujhe khush kar deti hun…apne haathon se teri mooth maar deti hun…” and I was pleasantly surprised but before moving close to her I asked her what does she want now

I was dying for something like this to happen with me, still I could not dare to accept her condition, I knew that if anyhow my parents will come to know that I have allowed Meera going out of the house alone and that is to meet her boy friend then I will be killed and I suggested her to speak to her boy friend for as long as she wants

“Didi please karo na…” “Aise nahin…pahle promise kar…ki tu mujhe jaane dega…” “Papa mujhe bahut marenge…” “kisi ko pata bhi nahin chalega….I will be back within an hour” and with that once again Meera Didi touched my thighs and I groaned again. I must say by now for me it was impossible to resist and I agreed to Meera Didi but with a condition that will go along.

Meera Didi gave a thought to my condition for a moment and finally came out with OK and behaving smart next instant I told her that masturbating just once is not enough and asked for do it five times “per sirf ek baar masturbate karne se nahin chalega…total paach baar karna padega” and Meera Didi got annoyed “jyada smart mat bann…sirf ek baar karungi…”

and sensing her desperation I stayed firm over 5 times “Nahi paanch baar” and she agreed for twice “Fine…two times…ek baar abhi…dusri baar wapis aakar” and I tried bargaining for three times but Meera Didi did got rigid and finally I agreed for twice; once just then and next after coming back home after meeting her boy friend.

Next Meera Didi once again took my phone and called her boy friend to fix the time and venue and eventually sat down on the floor in front of me while giving strict instruction that I cannot touch her or she will kill me, “Tu…mujhe touch nahin karega….nahi to main tujhe jaan se maar dungi”. I accepted and my eyes got stuck under her face.

Wow her breasts were too good, while sitting on couch and she on the floor I was getting glimpse of her cleavage and next praising size of her breasts I requested her to show bit of her breasts “Didi tumhare Boobs bahut bade-bade hain…thode se dikhao na…!” and looking at me with smile she opened bit of neck of her top “Le dekh le…”

and now I could clearly see her thick deep cleavage with bit of her white bra cups holding her huge melons tight.”Wow…!” “Kamina..!” I wowed in delight and Meera Didi abused me with a smile. Hardest of my life by now my cock was standing in front of Meera Didi’s eyes and without touching me she asked me if I am ready “Ready…?” and I said yes in desperation “Sure…?”

she teased me and I went further restless “Haan…ab jaldi karo…” and with a chuckle she confirmed again “Pakka…?” “Haan pakka…” I cried over her and she giggled. “Ahhh….” finally I hissed in delight, Meera Didi took my cock in her hand softly while looking at my facial expressions and once again abused me “Haramkhor…apni bahan se mooth marwa raha hai…”

and I smiled over her words while puffing in delight. To begin Meera Didi moved her soft hands all around my crotch and I moaned erotically. Next slowly she grabbed my rod in her fist and started moving up and down and I gasped in delight and to enhance my pleasure she started caressing my balls.

By now I was highly excited and next instant I asked Meera Didi to jerk me hard and fast and Meera Didi started yanking me faster. “Aur Tez karo….Aur Tez….” just few seconds and I cried desperately while clenching my teeth, I was rising fast and suddenly Meera Didi changed the movement and instead of moving my cock up and down she started twisting my rod hard

and fast between her both the palms and just in few seconds pressure inside me increased tremendously and my moans changed, they got shriller and sharper but Meera Didi did not stopped, she kept on grinding my rod between her palms and suddenly things went beyond my tolerance and I started crying like hell “bus….bus…ruk jao…ruk jaaoo…ho gaya ho gaya…”

by now entire blood of my whole body was running through my penis and I was at the verge of cumming but doing opposite instead of stopping Meera Didi started grinding my Cock faster and with a shudder over my belly I cried in strange sensation. I pushed her and next instant Meera Didi stopped rolling my cock but kept on holding and with a quiver volcano inside me erupted vigorously.

Finally with a husky gasp I spewed out thick shower of my sticky jizz and it was so rapid and so much in quantity that even after trying her best Meera Didi failed to prevent her hands getting dirty. ” Tu kya mujjhe Chodega…Tera to ek hi minute mein paani chhut gaya…” Meera Didi teased me while wiping her hand from my t-shirt and I was not in state to say anything in reply.

Ufff…” What a shag it was, too good and with a sticky gunk all around I was completely spoiled over my crotch. Anyway next Meera Didi got up and before going to change her clothes told me to get up and get ready to move out to meet her boy friend and soon I was sitting behind while Meera Didi was driving the scooty to reach to the particular mall.